When I became a mother, I was so humbled at the enormity of it all that I wanted to throw myself at my mother’s feet and beg her forgiveness for every asinine, bitchy, teen tantrum that I threw; I vowed to begin a new religion based on mother worship (enter S Factor!)⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I was never so tired, so sad, so lonely, so stir crazy, so frustrated with the endless crying. It was a lesson in instant humility… but then…
Your Body Is Listening
If you believe in the study of your mind, then you must believe in the study of your body. It is all so deeply linked.Stress, for example, isn’t just an overall feeling of your brain being overstimulated or overwhelmed with thoughts and to do’s. Stress affects the body with a quickened heart rate, quickened breath, tighter muscles, higher blood pressure, and high alert senses. When we bring words into the body-mind equation, things get even more complex.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Did you know that when you speak negatively to yourself – either in your mind or out loud – that you develop more anxiety overall – body sensations of buzzing, breathlessness, shaking and tension arise.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Another study found that if you think positive thoughts and words, you stimulate your frontal lobe which influences your motor cortex (the center that controls your actions) and can propel you into pleasurable physical action – like going on that hike you’ve been dreaming about or running yourself the bath you’ve been craving all day.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Open Road
The spirit of a wild woman rumbles inside each of us. It needs to be there. And it needs to be heard.
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To connect us to the primal side of life, that side of life that is driven by passion and instinct and verve.
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When you lose your center, you lose
your lust for life, you lose your wolven self. And all that would be left is an empty domesticated creature looking out from behind a dingy window. Pining.
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This wild-ass woman sometimes has got to go and feel the edge of life on the brink of the world.
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I’m taking off tomorrow…
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FEMININE POWER
I asked my friend what the word “feminine” meant to her. She scrunched up her nose as if smelling something putrid and said, “delicate, dainty you know… Effeminate.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I looked up “effeminate” on the internet – “effeminacy is the manifestation of traits in a boy or man that are more often associated with feminine nature, behavior, mannerism, style, or gender roles rather than with masculine nature, behavior, mannerisms, style or roles. It is typically used implying criticism or ridicule of this behavior.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
There it is. That last sentence, on Wikipedia no less – “it is typically used implying criticism or ridicule of this behavior.” Effeminate, and the other words we use to express feminine qualities is a word that desperately needs rescuing from a culture that has a wickedly disturbing relationship to all things feminine.
“What desire REALLY means, and how you can use it”
When I was younger I noticed I had an itch. A gnawing disturbance inside my body. In my teens, this itch was all about dancing. And it caused me to take action. It caused me to sign up for gymnastics…
5 reasons you might be feeling dimly lit in your feminine energy
Here are the 5 reasons you might be feeling dimly lit…in your feminine energy.
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1. You don’t consciously own your body.
2. Your body is probably trapped in a cage of frozen musculature and fascia.
3. You are constantly being judged and self-judging.
4. Your feelings have been stifled by the world’s complex relationship with the natural flow of emotions.
5. Everything you were ever told about ‘happily ever after’ in love, sex and passion was a LIE.
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Now more than ever it is vital that we reconnect with the truth of who we are. It’s vital that we reclaim our bodies, our emotions and our desires without shame.
How to SHINE on a dismal day
I’m curious…How often do you dance? And I don’t mean formal dancing or dancing at a dance club. No one’s doing that right now. I mean just cut loose and dance? Freely, unobstructed, out loud for the whole world to see?
Body Apology
I love this epic body of mine. And yes, I said it… she’s epic. Why? Because there isn’t a moment that goes by when she doesn’t know exactly what I need. She soothes me when I’m anxious; she coddles me when I’m sad; she wraps me up in her arms when I need a safe place to unwind.
Finding Your Epic Body
My relationship to my body has been a rocky one most of my life. From emaciated ballerina in my teens to the “fat 20’s,” as I used to refer to myself, to the circus-like game of inflate, deflate inflate, deflate…
Creating your Epic Life
I remember the rain running down the windshield of the tow truck as I sat in a beautiful long silk 1920’s thrift store dress that I’d bought just for the audition. Watching in dismay as the tow truck driver guy…
